Guid. No exorciser harm thee! Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! r Both. Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave! 370 Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN. Guid. We have done our obsequies him down. Come, lay Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more : The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces:- The ground, that gave them first, has them again : IMOGEN, awaking. Imo. Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the 'Ods pittikins!- -can it be six miles yet? I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. But, But, soft! no bedfellow :-O, gods and goddesses! [Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; faith, 390 Good 400 I tremble still with fear: But if there be From this most bravest vessel of the world -damn'd Pisanio 410 Struck the main-top!-O, Posthumus! alas, Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! where's that? Pisanio Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them Have lay'd this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, preg nant! The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, 420 Which chance to find us: O, my lord! my lord! Enter LUCIUS, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer. Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind. Luc. This forwardness 430 Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present num bers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, What What have you dream'd, of late, of this' war's pur pose? Sooth. Last night the very gods shew'd me a vi. sion 441 (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence): Thus:I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spungy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sun-beams: which portends (Unless my sins abuse my divination), Success to the Roman host. Luc. Dream often so, And never false.Soft, ho! what trunk is here, Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.- Cap. He is alive, my lord. 451 Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-Young Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, They crave to be demanded: Who is this, Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Imo. I am nothing or if not, Nothing to be were better, This was my master, 461 A very valiant Briton, and a good, That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! Try many, all good, serve truly, never Luc. 'Lack, good youth! 470 Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Luc. Thy name. Imo. Fidele, sir. 481 Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same : Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. As these poor pick-axes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd his grave, And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; And, leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me. 490 Luc. |